Untold secrets

soft landings are easy confessions
for a mind that is rippled like water.
so this is how a boy kneels
first his knees must frequent the skies
the cap must bleed water that travels
beyond the spine of the wind,
if his tongue licks stems
then a lie must be honey,
so while others have eyes in their hands
a crotchet is my silver spoon.

Ruddapoet